There is a hill
There is a story
That goats walk on car bonnets
To eat the pine nuts
Which have fallen from the trees
There is the sea
There is a hill
There is a prayer
That to have found this place
Is in itself
A meditation on this earth
There is the sea
There is a hill
There is a human
That offers me a kindness
Who hears my response
Then wishes me well
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